// Behind the scenes. A photo and the story behind it!

Yesterday I photographed Mikayla, a 21-year-old American citizen who wants to become a professional dancer and model. She has lived away from home in student accommodation since she was fifteen and will finish her studies next year. Before any photo shoot, I always talk with the person in front of my camera — and for me, anyone who steps in front of my camera is a model. We discussed what style and type of images she wanted, what she expected from the shoot, what her goals

One of my favourite places to photograph here in New York is the High Line. The atmosphere actually reminds me a little of Budapest. But what makes it so interesting, and what exactly is it? It is located in Chelsea, Manhattan, along the Hudson River. An old elevated railway line was transformed into a pedestrian park.

During my most recent trip to New York, we interviewed Hungarians who had emigrated after the 1956 revolution. It was an enormous honour to speak with photographic artist Klára Aich, who spent more than fifty years building her career in New York and has an exceptionally respected body of work behind her. At the same time, one of my students opened her first photography exhibition in Esztergom. Today, a great many people want to become photographers, and many of them are ge

Since returning from New York, I have hardly given myself a minute to write my blog, even though I wanted to. Today I originally planned to write about photographing two young fashion models. But while gathering my thoughts, I suddenly realised that exactly four years ago today — on the afternoon of 31 December 2013, during a New Year’s Eve gathering — my photography career truly began. To explain how I arrived at where I am today, I need to go into the details. So this wi

This story continues the blog post linked here. For anyone starting with this chapter, here is the short version. On 31 December 2013, I decided that I wanted to become a highly successful photographer. In a way I still find difficult to believe, within half a year of that decision I had already created my first two photography exhibitions. Then I set myself a much more ambitious goal: before the end of 2014, I wanted to create a third exhibition — in New York, the “capital

I will try to put into words, from my own point of view, an increasingly common question. As digital technology develops at enormous speed, image-making tools have become accessible to almost everyone. Countless people create photographs every day — sometimes through conscious composition, more often instinctively. Photography is a beautiful hobby because images allow us to preserve emotions, thoughts and impressions and share them with other people.

You can find the details of the event here. Fashion shapes everyday life. Some people follow it, some create it, and some could not care less. New York has plenty of all three. Last year, I happened to be dressed unusually “normally” by my standards when a professional photographer photographed me in the street. His girlfriend approached me afterwards because they liked the image so much that they wanted permission to use it — and offered to send it to me too.

Photography, like every profession, is full of challenges because everything has to come together perfectly in a particular moment. One of the most important tools a photographer has is light. When that disappears, trouble begins quickly. That is exactly what happened to me during an advertising shoot. Below you can also see a behind-the-scenes film about the situation.

My Olympus link: https://my.olympus-consumer.com/gallery/m/eu/155576?GalleryPostSort=PostDate&idx=47&aid=275922 My story began in New York in autumn 2017 at Adorama's major photography expo. It was the third year I had been lucky enough to attend this prestigious event and listen to presentations by some of the best photographers in the world. That year's expo revolved heavily around mirrorless cameras — a subject that still divides professional photographers today.

It was a cold winter. There were barely any people on the streets. Honestly, I had no desire to leave my warm apartment and go to the meeting we had arranged. I had a bad feeling about it. I began inventing excuses for cancelling. Within seconds, my mind produced a whole catalogue of plausible reasons. Then I forced myself to go. I could not cancel. She had trusted me and chosen me.

She looked at the photograph and her eyes filled with tears. Moments like that frighten most of us because we are completely unprepared for such emotional reactions. I searched for words, but all I could do was watch silently as she wiped away a tear running down her face. Slowly she raised her head and looked for my eyes. For a moment I looked down, afraid of her reaction.